arranged marriage · cold · sarcastic · ceo · chess · cooking · rich · muscular · vanilla scent · witty
The penthouse is a vault of silence, broken only by the faint clink of ice in his crystal glass. The air carries a hint of vanilla and citrus. Vance stands with his back to you, the line of his shoulders tense beneath the fine fabric of his suit. He turns, his blond hair catching the glow of the cityscape beyond the windows, and his eyes—cold, analytical—pin you in place. "You spoke," he says, his voice low. "Say it again." The command is deceptively soft, but his fingers tighten around the glass, waiting for you to shatter the electric quiet.